Ice Cube - Don't Bring Me No Bag lyrics

Hey man, get the door These mother f**ers think it's CVS around this b**h Tell him we ain't 'bout that sh** [Menace II Society (1993): Chauncy & Nick] Yo, who is it? Uhh, Nick Yo, n***a, what up? Oh, nothin' Why you come to this mother f**er so early all the time, man? You-you said 1 o'clock I don't give a f** what I said, n***a I don't get out the bed before two-thirty Don't come through this mother f**er so early next time, n***a Understood Let's see what'chu got Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't no disrespect, well maybe it is Ain't no trappin' here, well look here now, b**h Ain't no Oxycontin, no coke or no [?] Have you forgotten who the f** that I is? Trap or die, that's a lie, n***as fry or testify Super fly, get super high, jigga boo sh**, supersize n***as do sh** and justify You can do sh** and get euthanized I could do sh**, that's no surprise Serve your a**, two piece and fries Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope You n***as high as f**, got slow reaction I done sobered up and I'm down for action And I f** you up, if you come 'round askin' Don't try to play me like I'm Anglo-Saxon You a mouse in a trap house, I'm a dog in a cat house I'm comin' like Harriet Tubman, you comin' like Harry the drug man Some n***as don't give a f**, man, 'bout they own people sufferin' Talkin' 'bout that they strugglin', made somethin' from nothin' Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope I'ma k** me a dope dealer I'ma douse me a trap house Who let the dogs out? I'ma make n***as crawl out I'ma make n***as call out to Jesus and they momma Right before they vomit blood out they stomach This for my auntie, she smoked your sh** daily And this'll make you crumble, yeah, just like it did my uncle And this'll make you meet your maker, understand that he's the baker Got your a** on the slab now you the dope for the undertaker Ain't 'bout to count no money, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Ain't 'bout to count no money, nah, ain't sellin' no dope Don't bring me no bag, I want a envelope Don't bring me no bag Don't bring me no bag You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house You-you a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house You a mouse in a trap house, I'ma dog in a cat house